¶Tir. Proue me my gracious
soueraigne,
2665King Dar
st thou re
solue to kill a friend of mine?
¶Tir. I my Lord, but I had rather kill two enemies.
¶King Why there thou ha
st it two deepe enemies,
¶Foes to my re
st, and my
sweet
sleepes di
sturbs,
2670Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon
:
¶Tirrel I meane tho
se ba
stards in the tower.
¶Tir. Let me haue open meanes to come to them,
¶And
soone ile rid you from the feare of them.
¶King Thou
sing
st
sweet mu
sicke. Come hither
Tirrel,
¶Go by that token, ri
se and lend thine eare,
he wispers in his eare.
¶Tis no more but
so,
saie is it done,
¶And I will loue thee and prefer thee too.
¶Tir. Tis done my gracious lord.
2679.1 KingShal we heare from thee
Tirrel ere we
sleep?
Enter Buc.
¶Buck. My lord, I haue con
sidered in my mind,
¶The late demand that you did
sound me in.
¶King Well, let that pa
sse, Dor
set is fled to Richmond.
¶Buck I heare that newes my lord.
2685King Stanley he is your wifes
sonnes. Wel looke to it.
¶Buck. My lord, I claime your gift, my dew by promi
se,
¶For which your honor and your faith is pawnd,
¶The Earledome of Herford and the moueables,
2690The which you promi
sed I
should po
sse
sse
.
¶King Stanley looke to your wife, if
she conuay
¶Letters to Richmond you
shall an
swere it.
¶Buck. What
saies your highnes to my iu
st demand.
¶King As I remember, Henrie the
sixt
2695Did prophecie that Richmond
should be king,
¶When Richmond was a little peeui
sh boy:
¶A king perhaps, perhaps.
Buck. My lord.
2697.1King How chance the prophet could not at that time,
¶Haue told me I being by, that I
should kill him.
¶Buck. My lord, your promi
se for the Earledome.
¶King Richmond, when la
st I was at Exeter,
.5The Maior in curte
sie
showd me the Ca
stle,